Dear Jethro,
I wish you could have stayed longer than you said.
You came into my life, then you walked right out.
And you did it as fast as a tissue being lit on fire.
Now I am using that tissue.
Those tears drip down and down.
Slowly tearing my world apart.
If you came back,
I promise everything would change.
The memories we had together will be put to the past.
But since your gone,
My heart is too.
It is slowly turning to stone.
It is in the palm of your hand.
And I feel as though you have stabbed it with a rusty knife.
If I had my heart back,then maybe I would not have a hole on my chest.
That hole from where you cut it out,
That hole where you let me bleed.
My dear Jethro, how I wish you didn't leave me here all alone and on my own.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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Posted by Angie Karamanyan at 9:04 AM
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1 comments:
Heartfelt. I very much like the tissue paper metaphor.
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